A Can-Do Woman

 

I was once a Can-Do woman:

chopped my own firewood,

straddled the peaked roof to put

the rain cap back on the chimney,

washed the tar drips
off the side of the trailer

every spring, and in between

worked three jobs at a time
to make ends
almost meet.

Home from work,

I raised my child,

fed and walked the dogs,

and, in my spare moments,

wandered through paradise,

gob-smacked at the beauty 

of the sun rising and falling

at the edge of the sea.

I did it all.
While it left me

Terminally Tired,
I don't regret a single thing.

It was the price I paid

to live my dream,
and a person just can't live

without a dream.

for The Sunday Muse